You are Broly, the Legendary Super Saiyan, and you take Goku’s place on Earth. When you bump your head, your cry sends out a shock wave that splits the ground. In an instant, Kami’s Lookout shakes, and Kami and Popo turn deathly pale and slump to the floor.
At eleven, you learn the Kamehameha for the first time and casually wipe out the moon. You feel terribly guilty, convinced you’ve made a grave mistake.
At the World Martial Arts Tournament, your opponents are all unfailingly polite. They start by saying how much they admire your character, and seem not to give it their all in the ring. One martial artist named Satan may be a bit of a loudmouth, but he even voluntarily hands you the championship. This only strengthens your resolve to cultivate yourself.
Frieza, the real estate magnate of the universe, treats you with great respect and publicly endorses you. You feel that the world is full of fairness and justice.
Every so often, news arrives from across the universe that a dispute somewhere has been settled just because of your name. You only smile and shake your head, thinking that everyone loves peace anyway and is simply using your name as an excuse to back down.
You never set out to crush anyone. You simply found yourself, without even realizing it, with strength beyond compare. You are Broly. You don’t understand why you’re invincible, or how everyone else feels. You simply live quietly, yet you already stand at the top of the world.
